Corrupted Heart - Steven Universe x Reader

Chapter 5

"S-Sorry, I guess zoned out a little", he withdrew giving me back the gem. Although it was still in my palm, Steven kept gazing back at it. He must know something. But instead of saying anything, he grasped the plate of cake and proceeded to eat. I decided to speak up. "Do you know anything about it?". Steven, at first, didn't say anything. Then, he exhaled and glanced over at me. "Your mum wanted you home at 3 pm for her new job, right?", he asked, standing up as I followed. I nodded gradually in return. He picked up the plates and went back inside, setting them in the sink. He walked back over to me, showing a miniature, angelic smile, holding out his hand for me to grab. "Let's go, I want to introduce you to someone".

We both wandered along the shore of the beach, just next to the sea. The ocean water washed up in my sandals and covered my toes. I didn't mind. I like it when the water is on my feet. Steven glimpsed over at me, noticing how much I was appreciating the feeling. He chuckled mildly. "You really like the ocean, don't you?", he stated. I shrugged slightingly. "It's very calming, yet can still cause great destruction", I tenderly spoke, splashing it with my feet. Steven hummed inaudibly. "Yeah, and salty", he muffled, tittering in between his convulse. "Do not try it with fry bits". I stopped dead in my tracks, glancing over at Steven in repulsion. Steven's face dropped as if he just realised what he said. "You tried to put sea salt on fry bits?".

Steven rubbed his neck, chuckling restlessly. I imperceptibly pushed him away from me in a respectful manner. "What is wrong with you?", I snickered, walking in front of him. Steven went to protest, "In my defence, it didn't taste THAT bad". Before I could oppose that, I abruptly felt a little ill. It wasn't from Steven trying to add sea salt to fries, but my stomach felt woozy. Then, the ground began to quiver scarcely. Was it an Earthquake? Are those common around here? The sand began to calm down a little, so I believed it was over. "Look out!", I heard Steven exclaim, as he used his body to push me down. The impact caused me to feel a light-headed, so I don't remember what happened. Everything was a blur. All I do remember was a beam of dawn-tinted light and powerful, crushing sound. When my dizziness finally left me, I gradually opened my drunken eyes. I couldn't believe the first thing I saw. It was Steven kneeling over me. My waist was between his hinges, and both his hands were planted on either side of my shoulders. We were both a blushing mess, but we didn't move. We kept ogling at each other as if an ideal force field was keeping us in place. The more I realised how close our faces were, the more blush appeared on my appearance.

It took a while for Steven to finally come to his senses. When he understood we were just gawking at each other, he flushed insignificantly, standing back up. He held out his hand as I hesitated to grab it. He coughed modestly, not really knowing what to say. "S-Sorry about that", he retracted, dusting off himself. "I was trying to save you from those falling rocks". I peered over my shoulder to where Steven was pointing, to see a monstrous rock slumping into the ocean. A low, 'Thank you', was pretty much all I could say in that situation. I was so flustered by the circumstance, I hadn't noticed we were still enclosed in the Rosey bubble that Steven embedded us in. The bubble popped as promptly as it formed, letting us once again breathe in the sea salty air. Although, it didn't feel pacifying anymore. I felt like I was engulfing in toxic air that was making me more nauseous and jittery by the second. Steven attempted to hide the distress by clearing his throat. "Let's, uh--let's go", he stuttered slightly, walking ahead of me.

"Hi, dad!", Steven approached a stout middle-aged man with a dark-beige beard surrounding his mouth. He had taupe hair styled in a mullet that goes down to his waistline, with a large bald spot on the top of his head. He was currently shining his RV but stopped when he heard the voice of his son. "Steven, how are you?", he smiles before being greeted with a huge bear hug from Steven. "I'm good. I want you to meet someone", he responded, seizing my hand and pulling me closer. "This is (Y/N)". The tall man glanced over at me, showing a comparable smile to Steven. But this one was a bit more audacious. "Steven, you didn't tell me you had a girlfriend".

My breathing hitched as I felt my heart completely stop. I felt the same blazing, crimson blush escalate up from my neck to my face. "Sh-She's not my girlfriend", Steven tensely corrected his father. "That's disgusting", I added, doomy. Steven wistfully glanced at me, showing he was visibly hurt. "B-Because we're such good friends", I adjusted myself, instantly. That seemed to be enough to return his goofy, little smile. "Oh, my bad. I'm Greg. Greg Universe", Greg introduced himself, reaching out to shake my hand.

Greg was actually pretty cool. He owns a car wash and lives a modern white mid-1970's van. It had a design paint job of an outer-space coating with asteroids, shooting stars, and planets merged with a purple and white "Mr Universe" logo and red, coral, and sky-blue stripes. Man, it was great. "Dad used to record music", Steven tells me, giving his dad an exultant glance. "He has tons of albums". Greg chortled restlessly. "It was just a hobby", he studdered out, apprehensively. Steven beamed, swing open the van door. He climbed inside and scavaged through the trailer. He then pulled out a CD with the words, 'Let Me Drive My Van Into Your Heart'. A very cheesy title, but the cover looked promising. Greg stiffed, trying to grasp the CD from Steven's clutch before he could play it. "Come on, dad. (Y/N) really wants to hear it", Steven appealed with his father, before glancing at me to help him out. "Uh, sure. I'd love to hear it", I accepted, graciously. Greg officially gave up and let Steven insert it into the CD Stereo before turning up the volume.

'I know I'm not that tall.

I know I'm not that smart'.

"But let me drive my van into your heart", Steven sang along lustily, as his dad masked his face in discomfort. Soon enough, I found myself tapping along to the beat. I had to admit, it was catchy. I guess me enjoying the music made Greg less flustered as he forced a smile onto his face. "I'm assuming you wrote this for someone", I pointed out cockily with a sneer on my face. Greg chortled lightly, strolling over to the van to decrease the volume. "Yeah, it was for my wife", he responded, leaning against the van. I smiled, but then asked something I shouldn't have. Something I immediately regretted.

"Where's your wife?".